England -- Juvenile fiction; Fantasy literature; Siblings -- Juvenile fiction; Wishes -- Juvenile fiction
The children will never know what those people said, though they knew
well enough that they, the four strangers, were the subject of the
talk. They tried to comfort themselves by remembering the girl’s
promise of friendliness, but of course the thought of the charm was
more comfortable than anything else. They sat down on the sand in the
shadow of the hedged-round place in the middle of the village, and now
for the first time they were able to look about them and to see
something more than a crowd of eager, curious faces.
They here noticed that the women wore necklaces made of beads of
different coloured stone, and from these hung pendants of odd, strange
shapes, and some of them had bracelets of ivory and flint.
“I say,” said Robert, “what a lot we could teach them if we stayed
here!”
“I expect they could teach us something too,” said Cyril. “Did you
notice that flint bracelet the woman had that Anthea gave the collar
to? That must have taken some making. Look here, they’ll get suspicious
if we talk among ourselves, and I do want to know about how they do
things. Let’s get the girl to show us round, and we can be thinking
about how to get the Amulet at the same time. Only mind, we must keep
together.”
Anthea beckoned to the girl, who was standing a little way off looking
wistfully at them, and she came gladly.
“Tell us how you make the bracelets, the stone ones,” said Cyril.
“With other stones,” said the girl; “the men make them; we have men of
special skill in such work.”
“Haven’t you any iron tools?”
“Iron,” said the girl, “I don’t know what you mean.” It was the first
word she had not understood.
“Are all your tools of flint?” asked Cyril.
“Of course,” said the girl, opening her eyes wide.
I wish I had time to tell you of that talk. The English children wanted
to hear all about this new place, but they also wanted to tell of their
own country. It was like when you come back from your holidays and you
want to hear and to tell everything at the same time. As the talk went
on there were more and more words that the girl could not understand,
and the children soon gave up the attempt to explain to her what their
own country was like, when they began to see how very few of the things
they had always thought they could not do without were really not at
all necessary to life.
The girl showed them how the huts were made—indeed, as one was being
made that very day she took them to look at it. The way of building was
very different from ours. The men stuck long pieces of wood into a
piece of ground the size of the hut they wanted to make. These were
about eight inches apart; then they put in another row about eight
inches away from the first, and then a third row still further out.
Then all the space between was filled up with small branches and twigs,
and then daubed over with black mud worked with the feet till it was
soft and sticky like putty.
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